The Transfiguration upon Mount Tabor

Jesus takes Peter, James and John and tells the other remaining apostles to preach in the near by areas, while the Three run up the mountain.

They (the three Apostles James, John, Peter) are roused by a brilliancy that is so striking that it overwhelms the brightness of the sun and spreads and penetrates even into the shade of bushes and trees where the apostles are.

They open their eyes and are astonished at seeing Jesus transfigured. He is exactly as I see in the visions of Paradise. Of course He has no Wounds and there is no banner of the Cross. But the majesty of His Face and Body is the same, the brightness is also the same and His garment, too, is identical: from deep red it has changed into a immaterial fabric of diamonds and pearls, in which He is clad in Heaven. His face shines with an extremely intense sidereal light in which His sapphire eyes are beaming. He looks taller, as if His glorification had increased His height. I cannot say whether the brilliancy, which makes even the tableland phosphorescent, emanates, entirely from Him, or whether His own is mingled with the brightness that all the light in the Universe and of Heaven has concentrated on Him. I can only say that it is something indescribable.

Jesus is now standing, I would say that He is raised off the ground, because between Him and the green meadow there is something like a luminous vapor, a space consisting only of a light upon which He seems to be standing. But it is so bright that I may be wrong, and in fact that I no longer see any green grass under Jesus' feet may be due to the bright light that vibrates and waves, as is often seen in bonfires. It is snow-white incandescent light. Jesus is looking at the sky and smiling at a vision that enraptures Him.

The Apostles are almost afraid and they call Him, as He is transfigured so much that He no longer appears to be their Master. They call Him: Master, Master, He does not hear them. "He is in ecstasy" says Peter trembling. "I wonder what He sees"?

The three Apostles are now standing up. They would like to approach Jesus, but they dare not.

The light increases further because of two lights that descend from the sky and take place at Jesus' sides. When they settle on the tableland, their veils open and two majestic bright personages appear. One is more elderly than the other, with a sharp severe countenance, and he has a double-pointed beard. Two horns of light depart from his forehead and make me understand that he is Moses. The other one is emaciated, bearded and hairy, more or less like the Baptist, whom I would say resembles in height, leanness, structure and severity. While the light emanating from Moses is white, like that of Jesus, particularly with regard to the beams issuing from their foreheads, the light of Elijah is like the bright flame of the sun.

The two Prophets take a reverential attitude before their God Incarnate and although He speaks to them with familiarity, they do not drop their respectful attitude. I do not understand even one of the words they speak.

The three Apostles fall on their knees trembling and covering their faces with their hands. They would like to look, but they are afraid. At last Peter says: "Master, listen to me"
Jesus looks round smiling towards His Peter, who takes heart again and says: "It is wonderful to be here with You, Moses and Elijah. If You wish, we will make three tents, one for You, one for Moses and one for Elijah, and we will stay here to serve you".

Jesus looks at him and smiles more warmly. He looks also at John and James, a glance that is a loving embrace. Also, Moses and Elijah stare at the three. Their eyes flash fire. They must be like rays piercing hearts.

The Apostles dare not say anything more. Frightened as they are, they lapse into silence. They look as if they were inebriated, like people who are bewildered. But then a veil, which is neither fog, nor a cloud, nor a ray, envelops the Three glorious personages behind a screen that is even brighter than the one that surrounded the previously, and hides them from sight of the Apostles, a powerful harmonious Voice vibrates filling the air, three bow down with their faces on the grass.

The Voice says: "This is My beloved Son, in Whom I am well pleased. Listen to Him".

Peter falling flat on his face, exclaims: "Have mercy on me, a sinner! It is the Glory of God descending"!